Ego-angels live on in bandshells long after their legal time on earth. There, if they like, they can conduct again any fanfare or all the fanfares. And so they grow bigger and bigger in their bandshells until the music is too small for them and they must float up at last to their redemption. When ego-angels come at last into Paradise, they are welcomed by a legion of a billion crazed ego-angels blowing the titanic fanfares of all the religions. Then they get the bad news — no, they cannot immediately begin conducting the fanfares of Paradise. They must wait their turn. And so it is said that the grip of ego-angels upon bandshells becomes more and more desperate and the earthly fanfares closer and closer to those of heaven.